Come At Me B****

Chapter 8

I SOLD MY SOUL TO THE DEVIL *WIFE*

Love (noun)

1. a strong positive emotion of regard and affection

~ CHRISTIAN ~

Raven was gorgeous.

And that's it.

She was the most fucking gorgeous woman I had ever laid eyes on. And frankly, I would gladly lose my virginity to her. Even though I hate to admit it, Raven fucking embarrassed me when she found out I was a... virgin.

But to be fair, I was waiting for the right woman, and I honestly think I found her. She was the perfect combination of sexy and cute (shout out to the people who know which movie this line is in ;)), and my bontà (Italian: goodness) that dress was giving me a very good view.

"So, what are you looking for in a child?" Raven asks.

In my opinion, I really did not think I was ready for children. They were mini diablos (Spanish: Devils) scurrying around scavenging for trouble. I was the heir of a fucking mafia, and they fucking scared me, "Oh you know the uh usual?" Raven rolls her eyes, for the 100th fucking time.

"Well, I want a girl. And she has to be different from the rest..." I'll gladly give you a girl Miele...

"I'm right behind you Mio caro," Raven smirks at me, oh fuck I made a dirty joke didn't I? Whatever, I'm obviously more mature. It had been an hour since we had arrived at my restaurant and the time for the engaging was nearing.

"I'm still hungry, Christiannnn," Raven whines. What the actual fuck, she ate twice as much as me.

"I'll get you ice cream on the way to... ya know," Raven's face lights up with the thought of sugar.

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Raven and I were awkwardly holding hands while we were walking.

I was new to this.

I don't like this.

And I could tell she was new to this too.

She didn't like this either.

"What's the word for whatever we're doing? It starts with an 'a'..." I ask.

Raven looks at me disgusted, "Are you seriously that dumb? Its called affection." Ah, affection...

Yup, I fucking hate it.

We had reached the pier where most tourists were. "Ok stick to the plan and we should be fine," I say.

Raven whips her head to face me. "What fucking plan?!" She whisper shouts. I roll my eyes. Of course, there was no plan, I just wanted to scare her a little.

"I'm kidding psycho," it was Raven's turn to roll her eyes. I pulled my hand away from hers making her frown but then I put my arm around her shoulder. Raven leaned into me.

"I see 7 Russians," She says while smiling. I casually look around, where the fuck are they?

"How can you see them," I whisper back. She shrugs looking up to me.

"They're all wearing the same thing, not doing anything, and also watching us. Be on high alert bitch," We had come to a stop so I asked her a tissue in the bin for me. When she was walking back she was looking down at her phone.

"Picollo, (Italian: Babe) look at this!" She looks up pointing to her phone. I reach for my back pocket... Fuck. The ring isn't there. Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Raven notices my distress. Her eyes widen and she opens her purse to reveal another box. I grab her hands making it look like I actually want to hold her hands, while she discreetly passes me the box. When it's made a safe journey into my hands, I let go of hers and kneel down. Everyone's started to stare at us.

"Raven Belle Vincenia, you are the most beautiful woman I've laid eyes on, and I want to wake up every day to see your gorgeous face lying next to me. Ever since I met you I realised that you make me a better man. I want to be the father of your children and I want our kids to see how much we love each other. So would you make me the most miserable man on the face of Earth by being my wife?" Raven wipes a tear from her eye.

"Christian Kai Ricci, I would love to make you the most miserable man on Earth," Applauses erupt from every direction. I slip the ring on her finger with joy.

"Kiss her!"

"Give us a kiss!"

People start chanting: "kiss! Kiss!" Raven stares at me with an 'I will kill you when we get home' face. I cup her face press my lips against hers. In this moment we became one person, time had completely and utterly slowed entirely. Raven pulls away from me smiling, as a series of whistles and applause happen.

Something wasn't right, I'm a mafia boss. I'm not supposed to feel this way.

But it was... addicting?

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We were in the car once again, but this time a comfortable silence fell upon us. I glanced at the time: 4:02 pm.

"I saved your stupid ass today," Raven says

"We have to look at the houses now," completely ignoring her boasting. Raven nods.

"I honestly think this is so cliche... I know nothing about you..." Same bitch, same.

"Ask me anything then, and I'll answer completely honestly, and then I'll ask you. Deal?" Raven nods in agreement.

"Favourite colour, food and country. Go!"

"Cobalt blue... gnocchi... and ITALY! You go!"

"Emerald green... prawns and AUSTRALIA!" Why the fuck are we shouting?!

"When did you go to Australia?" I've always wanted to go, but I haven't had a reason to.

"I had to seduce a guy that was sex trafficking, and then kill him," Of course I should have known.

"Nice... Most dangerous mission?" This should be interesting.

"I had to go undercover for 6 months, and take out an illegal gun operation by myself. It was too dangerous to include my mafia in case they came for me," She looks to me, "You?"

"Ummm, probably when I accidentally blew up the french base." Yeah, my dad was fucking pissed.

"Body count?" Raven asks curiously.

"Fuck, I don't really count but high 150's low 160's, you?"

"1,635," I almost choke on my own dick. There is literally a psicopatica (Italian: psycho) in my fucking car.

"Are you being fucking serious? You're only like 22 though?" She laughs.

"Baby... you're marrying a bad bitch, what do you expect?"

She's definitely going to cut my dick off in my sleep.

I'm low key fucking scared.